03 February 2008

Writer's Island, 02/03/08

Sympathetic Magic

by Constance


Having been connected

for so many years, I find,

much to my chagrin, we

continue to react upon one

another. The relationship

is long severed, such a thing

should not be possible,

given the physical distance.

I am not unsympathetic, just

bemused by cause-and-effect.

Cleaning the closet I found

several of your shirts, lost,

in the back. I took them apart,

ripped carefully along seam

lines around the shoulders

to make square rags of cotton,

I planned to craft a quilt

at a later date and time, not

some witches ladder. You tore

your rotor cuff that week. I

don’t know what possessed me.

In consideration, I fashioned

a puppet from the plaid cloth,

careful to sew the seams

with small, precise stitches.




23 comments:

Cricket's Hearth said...

Thank you for visiting my blog today and for your kind words. Your post is thought provoking. I love your Quote for the Day. It sure goes with my essay. Blessings, Cricket

Clare said...

I really like this, and the way the ending is stitched together in such a lovely and sensitive way. I can really feel the connection from the relationship, and I like how the quilt and puppet evoke warmth and tender caring.
:)

Constance said...

Cricket's Hearth - My favorite Tom Robbins quote. Thanks for stopping by, glad you found something of value in this magical go round. :)

Constance said...

Clare, thank you. I'm glad you see the positive in the poem, I was afraid people would think I walk around wearing black all the time. :)

anthonynorth said...

The magic of recycling. Just like nature is life.
You put it well.

keith hillman said...

This is nice! So tender. I love the ending.

Constance said...

anthonynorth- Thanks!
Recycled relationships? *g*

Constance said...

keith - thank you!

tumblewords said...

Magical poem. The restitching is a lovely thought - nicely done!

lissa said...

great details.

Constance said...

tumblewords- I broke it, I need to fix it. *g*

Constance said...

lissa - thanks!

paisley said...

I planned to craft a quilt at a later date and time, not some witches ladder. You tore your rotor cuff that week. I don’t know what possessed me.

i am intrigued by these lines... so what,, is this insinuating that by cutting or sewing the fabric you caused the torn rotator cuff... its probably just me.....

gautami tripathy said...

that ending is good. i liked the stitches---that is this poem.

Carla said...

I like the stitching imagery too.

Constance said...

Paisley - It wasn't I that tore the rotor cuff, just the shirt. I am the mender, the puppetmaker. So much for the planned quilt... Other things become more important. :)

No, it's not you.

Constance said...

gautami & carla - Thanks!

Gabriele C. said...

Have the gnomes taken you captive? I haven't seen you for ages. :)

Constance said...

Gabriele, not the gnomes, the muse. He's demanding BIC. *g* My private writer's group is doing NaNo February, so I'm actually trying to accomplish something. Amazing, I know...

Gabriele C. said...

Hehe, that way you missed a plotbunny I hid in my last Aelius Rufus Visits the Future post. :)

Constance said...

Said bunny would have had to have been 6 feet tale for me to notice. *sigh*
And I'll thank you to keep your plot bunnies on YOUR side of the water. I can't afford to house and feed any more!

Gabriele C. said...

Then kick some of the gnomes out. :)

Constance said...

Gabriele - Okay, I gave some gnomes plane tickets to Germany...
*g*